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1

Othello
[I, 2]

(stage directions)

239

[Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches]

2

Othello
[I, 3]

Duke of Venice

376

'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?

3

Othello
[II, 2]

Herald

1116

It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant
general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived,
importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet,
every man put himself into triumph; some to dance,
some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and
revels his addiction leads him: for, besides these
beneficial news, it is the celebration of his
nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be
proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full
liberty of feasting from this present hour of five
till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the
isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!

4

Othello
[III, 3]

Othello

1775

Certain, men should be what they seem.

5

Othello
[III, 3]

Iago

1816

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!

6

Othello
[IV, 1]

Othello

2498

O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.

7

Othello
[IV, 1]

Cassio

2563

She was here even now; she haunts me in every place.
I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with
certain Venetians; and thither comes the bauble,
and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck—

8

Othello
[IV, 1]

Othello

2626

Nay, that's certain: but yet the pity of it, Iago!
O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!